Real

[Chorus: Error101]
To talk the truth to you
Lie to the youth Uncle Tom you confused
Me or the money what you loyal to?
Shout out to Uncle Luke
When you get out of the ghetto and go right to the pen
When you vision me you vision the best
Cause they got me thinkin money mighta gone to the feds
Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs
[Verse 1: Error101]
You think like a man with no hands we could never build
This game you could never win
An illusion specialist turning tricks who could nevеr diss
Nas and Mega be heavily armеd for felony John you could never see
To all my gun holders stand up get it
I bathe in basslines rinse in riffs dry in drums
Sometime I be wishing I didn't love..
I ain’t lyin I sit Don P til I split up
La la la la la la la la Ha!
In Arabic La ilaha illallahl
She in her mink trench in her panty and bra
I'm droppin bombs but I stay peace and calm
And truthfully you're cool but I’m attracted to money
I'm whippin' a Bentley I can't even cut it
You see me there's no doubt Ima be confronted
Be .. and ready to hug me
[Chorus: Error101]
To talk the truth to you
Lie to the youth Uncle Tom you confused
Me or the money what you loyal to?
Shout out to Uncle Luke
When you get out of the ghetto and go right to the pen
When you vision me you vision the best
Cause they got me thinkin money mighta gone to the feds
Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs
[Verse 2: 45hre]
Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters
From the ancient Hieroglyphics to graffiti painted pictures
Talking back to the screen drinkin' liquor
Boost my work with a jerk and tell the truth it hurts
Mad at my friends and anybody drivin' a Benz
From the dust to the dawn we gon' do it again!
With Doc in the back sippin’ on ’gnac Yeah
Gucci Mane so I'm Guccied down she got on Chanel
You want the real I’m craze don't ever play around
And make it truth ain't it true now
I got keys to the city and we locking you out
With your head in the clouds some fighters shoot you down
Then I put some crack vials in the ass pocket and was off
On the grind and hustlin' tryin’ to sell some rocks
You got to listen to this message I send come on!
I ever saw can never catch me in the presents of flaws
[Chorus: Error101]
To talk the truth to you
Lie to the youth Uncle Tom you confused
Me or the money what you loyal to?
Shout out to Uncle Luke
When you get out of the ghetto and go right to the pen
When you vision me you vision the best
Cause they got me thinkin money mighta gone to the feds
Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs